Battle of the Brews

Lyrion strides over to the town post and nails up a colorful letter. He looks it over with a wry grin and walks away whistling a song. The letter reads:

Whose brew is the best? One mestrun hence, we shall meet at the Shady Corner to answer that time-honored question. Come for the festivities or, better yet, put your own brew on the line for a chance at fame, glory, a purse of fabulous prizes, and a prestigious title. Who will be crowned the Brewmaster of Jastrey? All entrants, please sign your name below.

(OOP Note: It should go without saying, but alcohol is strictly prohibited. If you plan on participating, please have your character sign the sheet in the comments below.)

Lyrion stops suddenly, chuckles to himself, and returns to the signpost to sign his name in flowing elven script.

Lyrion the Lowborn

A man carrying a parisol, dressed in purple gold and green approaches the post, chuckles, and signs his name in a flowery script

"The Jester"

Desmond approaches the document. He carefully reads it. Before signing in a jagged handwriting
"Desmond"

Ripper watches the other entrants carefully, using careful fingers to repair the arms of battle-bent sunglasses. Sliding the oculars on she steps off the tavern porch and presses the tip of a talon-like nail into her thumb, then uses it as if a calligrapher's pen to sign in a deep red.

"Thorne the Ripper"

Disheveled, rank, and bloody (as usual), Edric strolls over to the sign without a word, his hair concealing his face. He scrawls a near illegible script that takes substatially more space than the previous entries, and his filthy hands smudge the paper a rust red. Silently, Edric stalks back off into the woods.

Rhadama studies the notice for a moment, then takes a charcoal pencil from her pouch and adds her name in neat angular letters.
--Rhadama--

A letter in silver trim arrives on the Town Post with a fancy {Z} symbol on the front. It reads:

Hello fellow friends of Jastrie, I apologize for the lack of contact, the roads to Zanardine and Jastrie are in dire need of clearing. It has been blocked by rubble from an extremely bad storm that happend acouple days ago. Anyways, I do accept to participate in this most eliquent Brew Festival. Ofcourse Jastrie is quie famous for its ale. Also, I wanted to share a very important matter that has to do with Taklinn. I do indeed believe It was Rhadama's idea, and I am supporting her in so. We wish to hold a small ceremony for the brave and mighty acts of Taklinn. If it is allright, I myself would like to give him the title of "Taklinn The Brave" The former guardian of Jastrie. We shall discuss the subject at a different time. -Zenphere
Battle Of The Brews: -Zenphere

Taklinn isn't dead.

Glimmer grins mischeviously as she reads the letter and signs her name in pink glittery writing.

<3 GLIMMER <3

Tregard capers up to the sign post. He guffaws at the fluttering letter and signs his name in minisucle lettering. The bard turns, bows to an absent audience and jaunts off : bellowing " 'Cause I got friends in low place/Where the Whiskey drowns?And the Beer chases my blues away,

Stumbleing in the distance the Dwarf shaman Keg aproaches slowly. His hair is sticking up on the right side of his head and there are leaves and twigs in it. It is painfully apparent that he fell asleep in the woods. Most likely while gatering herbs.
Walking up to the sign Keg looks at the bottle in his hand. "This is better than any of that swill." Keg scribbles the name of Bomgarten Stills (Care of Keg Ironspur). Then with a swig of the amber liquid he tromps off several steps and proptly falls asleep again, face down on the road.